If you voted for Trump, and you’re one of the 36%-38% or so who still think highly of him, you’re probably not a bad person. Nor are you necessarily stupid. Here’s what you are.
You’re the person who goes to the carnival, spends $100.00 trying to win that big brown teddy bear that cost the carney $7.00, and you walk away feeling jubilant when you finally do.
When you hear Donald Trump say “believe me” at one of his rallies or during a speech, you actually believe him. Because you know he never lies.
You’re the one who pulls into a used car lot, and all the salesmen drop what they’re doing and rush over to help you. Those guys can spot a mark from 100 yards.
You watch Fox News exclusively because they insist they’re the only ones who can be trusted to report the truth. And you know this to be true because if it wasn’t, they couldn’t say it. Right? Right!
The only time your television isn’t tuned to Fox News is when you’re watching the Home Shopping Network. Such deals! Why just the other day, you bagged that set of beach towels for $24.97 that normally sell for $30.00! ($9.99 for shipping & handling). What you’ll do with them in North Dakota is anybody’s guess, but hey… a deal’s a deal!
When your favorite televangelist in the $20 million megachurch asks you to dig a little deeper this month because he needs it to carry out “the Lord’s work;” their 30,000 square foot HD studio addition, they know they can count on you.
You’ve memorized the times when K-Mart announces their Blue Light Specials. You’re so savvy, you were the first one in your neighborhood to own that lovely plastic punch bowl with the Peanuts gang embossed on it.
This, in my opinion, was one of the most prophetic passages written during the 20th century: “As Democracy is perfected, the office of the President represents more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” ~ H.L Mencken, On Politics: A Carnival of Buncombe.
Even though P.T. Barnum never actually said it, it’s true nonetheless. There’s a sucker born every minute. That’s who you are. A rube. A sucker. Someone who’s easily manipulated by a slick-talking huckster. That doesn’t make you a bad person. It doesn’t mean you’re a nincompoop. But it isn’t anything to write home about either.
You dear Trump supporters are the citizens of Buncombe, circa 1950s. You’re the “plain folks of the land.” After 25-30 years of being bombarded by talk radio propagandists, cable “news” outlets that have plotted your intellectual soft spots and manipulate them like puppeteers, you’re silly putty in their hands.
Combined with your inexplicable fear of anybody who doesn’t resemble you or worship as you do, you decided the time was nigh for payback after being told what to do by a black man for eight years. So you chose the sociopathic non-politician to rule over us all.
Enjoy it while it lasts good citizens of Buncombe. Because when this fascist nightmare finally ends, we, the 65 million voters who warned you of his con will demand both your contrition and political comeuppance.